Epilogue - Love Is All Around Me
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Epilogue
A/N - One year after s4e14 (Glee, Actually). Spoilers for season 5.
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“Have I mentioned that I love Christmas in New York?” Blaine murmured as he trailed his fingertips down the center of Kurt’s bare chest. The lamp light glinted off of his ring, a gift presented to him earlier that day so that he and Kurt would finally match. His fiancé hummed and caught his hand, then tangled their fingers together.
“You’re just saying that because you get laid on Christmas Eve.” Kurt kept his gaze on the ceiling until his lips cracked into a smile as Blaine nuzzled into his neck.
“I do have to say that I appreciate having walls this time ‘round, though.” A soft kiss was placed on Kurt’s cheek.
“Don’t you miss the illicit thrill of sneaky silent sex?” Kurt chuckled at Blaine’s teasing bite to his earlobe. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“Just because we have walls now doesn’t mean we don’t have roommates. And just because said roommates are away for the holidays and have been replaced by our parents doesn’t mean we can’t…” Blaine trailed off and dragged the tip of his nose along Kurt’s jaw until his fiancé titled his head slightly to meet him in a gentle kiss.
“…Visualize?” Kurt completed the unfinished sentence with a lilt to his voice.
“I hear that’s what the kids are calling it these days,” Blaine joked quietly. His fiancé hummed with a faint smile and rolled onto his side to snuggle into Blaine’s arms.
“Did you want to…again?” Kurt asked as his eyelids drooped with the warmth radiating from their bare bodies pressed together. Blaine grunted softly in disagreement, his own eyes shut and body sated. He reached over and clicked off the lamp behind him then quickly resettled, his arms draped around Kurt.
“Maybe in the morning,” he said with a happy sigh. “Providing your dad doesn’t barge in with a phone, of course.” His body shook with Kurt’s quiet chuckle. “Happy Christmas, Kurt,” he whispered. “And thank you for wearing the uniform.”
“Mmm, I very much like your temporary tattoos too. Nice touch,” Kurt said as he stifled a giggle.
“Next time, let’s leave the pom poms out of it, though. I have a feeling we’re gonna find bits of streamers when we change the sheets.”
“Only if you promise to wear your new leather pants on New Year’s Eve.” Blaine groaned but agreed anyway.
“Is that all I’ll be wearing?” he asked throatily.
“Hopefully,” Kurt whispered back while his hands crept lower.
“I thought you were tired?”
“I’m never too tired for you, my little skank,” Kurt murmured and squeezed Blaine’s ass.
“Oh hush,” he said huskily as his head dipped bashfully into Kurt’s hair.
“Make me…tough guy,” Kurt challenged although his lashes fluttered in invitation. Blaine swiftly rolled Kurt onto his back and grinned as his fiancé whooped in surprise, then shushed him when he giggled.
“Be careful what you wish for, Cheerio,” Blaine warned playfully then dropped his head to nip at Kurt’s neck as he squealed in protest.
“That wasn’t in my letter to Santa!” Kurt giggled as the teasing bites turned into kisses.
“Mmm, you can take that up with sexy Santa next year.”
“You still have the pants, right? From the calendar?” Kurt moaned out even as Blaine’s head popped up with a quizzical look on his face.
“What is it with you and pants?”
“I just like to get into yours…” Blaine stared down at his fiancé, his eyes shining with love. He leaned down and caught Kurt’s lips in a long kiss.
“You don’t hear me complaining.”
“Good because you’re stuck with me for life,” Kurt said and smiled back in satisfaction.
“Now you’re talking...” Blaine’s face tucked into the crook of Kurt’s neck as he hugged him tight. This is as it was always meant to be. This man in his arms - his past, present and future. His family. The love of his life.
And he’d wear whatever pants necessary if it kept him half as happy as he was now.
Fin